I’m guilty of just about everything on there, but it’s facebook so I will neither stop, nor be offended when others mock me.

I don’t do the inspirational crap though, or diseases. Fuck that. And I don’t repost when “I’m sure none of my REAL friends will post this…” If you had real friends you wouldn’t have to post this shit on Facebook.

And fuck you for being blessed.

And last of all that kid who you had when you were 17 and has ruined your life because you couldn’t go to college until you were 34 or because you married his/her dipshit father or because you are in jail because you didn’t pay child support or left them chained to a crib while you went out and got drunk is not the best thing that ever happened to you. It is quite possibly the worst thing that ever happened to you. Don’t get a fucking neck tattoo to remind us of your mistake.

You know what the best thing that ever happened to you should have been, using birth control, or at least flinging yourself down a flight of stairs.

I never thought that I would hate a FB post MORE than someone posting their food before they eat it. I was wrong. Now there are people posting their food and THEN posting the empty plate AFTER the eat it. I truly wish I was joking about this.

So when you were blessed with that beautiful son 16 years ago at 8:17 on a glorious misty morning, did you realize he’d grow up to be a zitty member of the marching band with no hope of ever getting a date?

You DO know that RANTING every ten MINUTES about someone’s UNBELIEVABLE stupidity makes YOU seem BATSHIT CRAZY, right?

So stop it. But please post your final manifesto because that might be a fairly entertaining way for us to remember you.

And by the way, if you’re smarter than every politician, professor, and published author in the known world, why exactly is it that you work on and off as a cable guy?

Oh and one more thing, that wonderful sweet woman you are so blessed to be “in a relationship” with is now reading all the anti-women vitriol you’ve spewed daily for the past several years. Good luck with that.

Allowing your son to pee on the dog (because you don’t like the dog anyway) isn’t funny, it’s animal abuse. Give the dog to a decent home.

It’s been snowing for over a week and the temps are averaging 20 below zero. Driving to church in that mess (and scolding others for not following suit) does not make you a Super Christian. It makes you a frigging moron. Get over yourself.

This is a genuine non-ironic, out-of-pure-curiousity question……Why in heaven’s name do you guys use facebook and put up with this drivel? There must be pretty stunning content that compels you to hang out in facebookland rather than, say, watch reruns of Night Court or get laid.

I put up with Facebook because I live in Italy and my friends and family live in the US. It’s a great way to keep up with things if you don’t mind sifting through the bullshit (which I’m getting very adept at). Sometimes it’s funny as shit and sometimes I want to stick pins in my eyes. Every day is a crap shoot.

Saying that Facebook = the Internet suggests that you might just need to take a few steps back from Facebook. Saying that Facebook = TV manages to miss the point of both the Web(s) AND TV.

In any case, I’m continually astounded by how much personal information people are willing to provide to Facebook and other Web information companies, and, by doing that, to provide to the predators and other honiacs who populate the virtual world.

Agreed, Mr. Basket. Folks post a lot of very personal thoughts and actions on Facebook. It’s a predator’s dream-come-true, not to mention: hiring managers, worker’s comp investigators, lawyers, etc.
It baffles me to no end the amount of information people are willing to “put out there” forever! Put that stuff in a diary, or something. Sheesh!